Here are the colors carpeting my back yard right now. Reds and yellows, oranges and golds. As much as I wish those trees were not there, I can't help but appreciate the beauty of their leaves when they fall.
I am, as we speak, waiting for my husband to get home. He left Nashville this morning and should be pulling up pretty soon. And you know what? I'm a little nervous.
After all these years together, all of these years and months and weeks and days and minutes...
There is still part of me that worries desperately that after being away for awhile he'll see me and think, "Nope. That's enough."
I am pretty sure that won't happen and yet, I am never one hundred percent sure that it won't.
I sigh and chalk that up to my deep fear of abandonment, my equally deep fear that if someone really knows me, they cannot possibly love me.
I'm going to go finish making the shrimp salad I picked the greens for earlier. I have no doubt that my cooking is worth sticking around for. Well, mostly.
Talk to you tomorrow.